D
I came home from college to see my old man
D
He was sitting on the porch swing a book in his hand
D
He stared at my earring and at my tattoo
D                                             Em
Smiled, shook his head, said It's good to see you.
D                                         A
He chose his words carefully For it was hard for me to come
        Em                                      D
And he knew I had a temper and where I got it from
D                                    A 
I waited for the sermon.  The one I knew so well
          Em                                        D
But this time he wasn't preaching about heaven or hell He said

CHORUS:
    G   D              A          D
A real man knows the value of a woman
    G    D          A        Em
A real man's got nothing to prove    (man's - contraction for man has)
         G          D             A        G
He's strengthen by love and the Lord up a-bove
           D        A           G    D
To do the best you can To be a real man


D                               A
Could it be that I saw just a glimpse of his soul
G                                           A
Or maybe losing momma had just taken it's toll
     D                               A
He gave me his bible, stained with tears he had cried
G                             D
I open up the cover where he wrote inside And it said,


Go to chorus, to ending

ENDING:
            D        A           G   D
To do the best you can to be a real man